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"Come here, let me share a bit of wisdom with you.
Have you given much thought to our mortal condition?
Probably not. Why would you? Well, listen.
All mortals owe a debt to death.
There's no one alive
Who can say if he will be tomorrow.
Our fate moves invisibly! A mystery.
No one can teach it, no one can grasp it.
Accept this! Cheer up! Have a drink!
But don't forget Aphrodite--that's one sweet goddess.
You can let the rest go. Am I making sense?
I think so. How about a drink.
Put on a garland. I'm sure
The happy splash of wine will cure your mood.
We're all mortal you know. Think mortal.
Because my theory is, there's no such thing as life,
... It's just catastrophe."
- ― Anne Carson, Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides
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So, Let's Raise Our Glass:
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To the accident season,
To the river beneath us where we sink our souls,
To the bruises and secrets, to the ghosts in the ceiling,
One more drink for the watery road.
- ― Moïra Fowley-Doyle
| Bannaichean Blàr: |
"Growling is not a happy noise. You keep saying that it is, but I don't believe you. Neither should anyone else... about anything. Still, at least I can rely upon you to stand your ground, and share your stories... unworthy as they have been thusfar. Onward, brother, to greater battles and glory on the highest!"
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I Have Drunk the Night:
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And swallowed the stars.
I am dancing with abandon
And singing with rapture.
There is not a thing I do not love.
There is not a person I have not forgiven.
I feel a universe of love.
I feel a universe of light.
Tonight, I am with old friends
And we are returning home.
The moon is our witness.
- ― Kamand Kojouri
| [[Giantborn]]: |
Born with ice in her veins, quite literally, she enjoys referring to herself as a 'snow angel'. Albeit one that carries about a massive earth-breaker and keeps company with an ornery and thieving bear, but a snow angel all the same.
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| [[Cavalier]]: |
Of the Order of the Cockatrice, to be specific -- a mounted and forward ground assault specialist with an unusual companion ... or... two, or three... unusual companions...
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| [[Mathan Mor]]: |
A dire bear youngling with wolf-white fur, striking blue eyes and whorled red 'tattoos', her closest friend -- he may steal anything that isn't nailed down, and subsequently try to EAT it, but he is a stalwart companion, and a fair decent pillow. So fluffy.
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| [[Glory Seeker]]: |
Were you hoping to gain glory from your battle? NOPE. Witness the awe-inspiring presence that is the Kill Stealing Queen. She will do anything if she believes that it might gain her some divine witness... or, you know, the approval of her dad.
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| [[Hedonist]]: |
Food. Drink. Merriment. The finest of things, and in the greatest of quantities, she is never one to say no to today's indulgence -- lest it be stolen by tomorrow's uncertainty.
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| [[Helvegen]]: |
An old companion; an oruch monk from some forgotten monastery, drifting about the great free world somewhere. She tells tales of him often, to both willing and unwilling audience.
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Great tales of greater battles, a yarn spun about the glory of achievement, or legends of things that may not have been; whatever it is, if she ain't talkin', she's listenin'... or interrupting, so she can be talkin'.
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You Work That You May Keep Pace:
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With the earth and the soul of the earth.
For to be idle is to become a stranger unto the seasons,
And to step out of life's procession,
That marches in majesty and proud submission towards the infinite.
When you work you are a flute through whose heart
The whispering of the hours turns to music.
Which of you would be a reed, dumb and silent,
When all else sings together in unison?
- ― Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet
| тили тили бом - Maza |
Tili Tili bom,
Zakroy glaza skoree,
Kto-to hodit za oknom,
I stuchitsya v dveri.
Tili Tili bom,
Krichit nochnaya ptitsa,
On ezhe probralsya v dom k tem,
Komu ne spitsya.
On idet,
On uzhe...
...Blisko.
Tili Tili bom,
Ty slyishish, kto-to ryadom?
Pritailsya za uglom,
I pronzaet vzglyadom.
Tili Tili bom,
Vse skroet noch nemaya,
Za toboy kradetsya,
On I vot-vot poymaet.
On idet,
On uzhe...
...Blisko.
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| Tili-Tili-Bom - Maza |
Tili-Tili-Bom,
Close your eyes now,
Someone's walking outside the house,
And knocks on the door.
Tili-Tili-Bom,
The nightbirds are chirping,
He is inside the house,
To visit those who can't sleep.
He walks,
He is coming...
... Closer.
Tili-Tili-Bom,
Can you hear him closing in?
Lurking around the corner,
Staring right at you.
The silent night hides everything,
He sneaks up behind you,
And he is going to get you.
He walks,
He is coming...
... Closer.
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What Life Expects Of Us
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| Name: |
Sigma "Godspite" Helvensdottir
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| Relatives: |
Unknown
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| Apparent Age: |
Adult
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| Height: |
7'0"
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| Eyes: |
Aurora Borealis
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| Hair: |
White
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| Lineage: |
Jarl Helven Ivarsen
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| Culture: |
Unknown
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| Birthplace: |
Ivrshaad
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| Cause: |
Skald-Fodder
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| Position: |
Second-In-Line, First-In-Shouting
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| Role: |
Meandering Gloryhound
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... Is That We Celebrate ...
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